Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.